A Wisdom Grave

A wisdom grave, a dying soul, a knowledge vague, a vision
Bold. And phantom death, the breath of pain, a cryptic vex,
The flex of flame. My lilac rain, a silent sore, a walk adrift,
A fractured core. And sphinx to heart, a dungeon dry, a
Field of grain, a phantom cry. But sea to soul, a cultic love,
A passion pulse, the ghosts of blood.  And reason why, a
Sacred pang, a tear aflare, a haunted vein. But prudent heart,
A cryptic pleat, a spear aflame, a ghostly feat. 

A wisdom grave, a dying soul, a knowledge vague, a vision
Bold. And phantom life, a bless-ed curse, the crypt of script,
A cryptic verse. My orpine rain, a tear to touch, a garret
Wound, a soul to flush. And tragic light, a wellic art, a fount
Of love, a vase to part. But sea to soul, a cultic love, a
Passion pulse, the ghosts of blood.